A week after I was killed by my rich wife's admirer, she still thought I was giving her the silent treatment and complained to my “killer” with disdain.
“He thinks he can throw a tantrum just because he saved my life!”
“He's not coming home? Let's see how long he can keep that up!”
To force me to come back and apologize, she deliberately delayed my mother's treatment until it was too late and hired thugs to harass my father's street stall.
Just as she smugly assumed I would come crawling back to beg for forgiveness, the police showed up at her door.
“He was murdered a week ago. His body has already decomposed.”
“We found a camera at the scene that recorded the killer.”
Interesting, crazy, this is [learned]